It's going to be wilder then any eight second ride

[Reese Miller]

The Humidity left a dull haze on the surrounding fields. A few dragon flies fluttered around but other then that everything lay still. It was five in the afternoon and just starting to cool off enough to work some horses. The barns and arenas seemed particularly quit besides the calming sounds of horses. "Perfect" Reese muttered under his breath as he led Chaos into the ring.

Chaos arched his neck and danced sideways as Reese led him in, his golden chest dappled with foam that was forming around his bit. He hadn't been worked in a few days and was acting exceptionally frisky. Throwing his head into the air he looked around wide eyed and alert, his whole body trembled as he let of a whinny.

"Cut it out big guy" Swinging into the saddle Reese turned the stud's head away from the barn and squeezed him forward. The stud learched forward into a high stepping lope. Sitting back in the saddle he reined chaos towards the middle. Keeping the pressure deep in his seat until they slowed to a jog.

They continued the figure eights until the pair was almost a perfect example of western pleasure. Reese lightly tapped Chaos with his spur and kissed to him, the stud exploded. Tucking his head between his front legs and giving a good bronc. A little unseated Reese pushed him into his hands until the stud relaxed to a good paced lope. Every time the crossed through the middle, Reese discreetly shifted his weight and asked for the change.

[Leslie Hawthorne]

Leslie had helped Marc ride a few of his training horses, and she was prepared to leave the barn as she had her water bottle, cell phone and keys in hand. Movement in the arena caught her eye before she stopped to watch the man and his horse. Finally - someone who was a little more along her lines. She'd find herself standing at the rail, resting her arms up and watching him and his horse, always enjoying watching a good reining team do their thing.

Not being in her usual attire, the girl was in breeches and tall boots thanks to Marc's english ponies. A tank top showing her slim little figure quite well, and her auburn locks tied up into a messy but somewhat elegant bun. A pair of mirrored aviators protected her eyes from the light of the sun, which was gleaming down on her tanned skin and making it's presence well known.

Her own horse was bred for reining, but she'd never sought it out for some reason. Nice horse - not a bad looking guy... There wasn't much more a girl could ask for, was there? ... What? Leslie can't have some eye candy every now and again?

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[Reese Miller]

The dull hum of secadas filled his ears along with the rhythmic snorting of Chaos's as they continued through the middle and made another lead change. A smile crept across his face for a second. The feeling of raw power never seized to amaze him. Reaching the middle again he sat deep in the saddle and lightly pulled back on the reins. Chaos bounced to a stop, not really prepared for the abrupt halt.

Pressing his right leg behind the girth, Chaos turned on his haunches and moved along the rail at a walk. His neck slowly starting to darken from the sweat. Reaching down and giving him a quick pat on the neck something coughed his attention along the rail. Raising his brow he inspected her from a distance. Just another pony clubber. That made him smirk. About to reach the point on the rail where she stood he called out "Taking Notes?"

He had a very dry sense of humor which seems to offend a lot of people. Looking back in her direction he let his gaze fall behind her at the barn. He had yet to see another western rider. Plenty of nice looking horses but no one he could relate with. The snotty appearances and high pitched voices were turning off of this whole place.

[Leslie Hawthorne]

A slightly snorted laugh as she quirked her brow at his comment, "Oh yeah. Definitely." She let him get by a little bit before calling back out to him, "Except I can do ten of those lead changes at a faster rate of speed. Now, before you say anything - let me guess. You think I'm one of those postage stamp riders, right?" Well she looked the part at that moment, so she couldn't hold it against him for judging.

"Now listen here, Cowboy - I don't usually ride english. It's a bit too dull, boring - not my style. Give me a set of barrels or poles? Well then we're talkin'. Other than helping my brother out, I don't hang out with those snotty pricks, one their giraffes and riding in tight clingy pants," so the line had been laid and settled. Climbing up, she sat on the rail giving him a precious little compliment, "Nice horse, by the way."

Leslie wasn't one to hand out compliments left and right. When she saw something she liked, she'd let you know. If she didn't like it? She'd let you know that too. As far as dry humor, she could B.S. with the best of 'em.

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[Reese Miller]

"Well your dressed like them....or is it Halloween already?" He shot a comment right back at her, a smirk slowly creeping across his face. Pushing Chaos into a jog he kept the circle small so they were in ear shot of each other. It was looking like he had met his match.

"Cowboy? Do I look the part?" He took of his baseball hat and looked at then back at her with a playful expression. About to pass her again he leaned in her direction and said quietly "guess I didn't get the memo that it was halloween....Cowgirl." Laughing he readjusted his hat and looked back toward the barn where a group of girls were walking. "Hey look you're twins." He joked rolling his eyes at the other ones. This place was over run by them and it was starting to get old real fast.

"Yeah he takes after me" He said slyly passing her again and giving the stud a quick pat. "So if your not part of this little saddle club" gesturing in the direction the girls had gone, "who do you hang out with around here?"

[Leslie Hawthorne]

"Oh so now we have a comedian cowboy?" Her brows lifted, elbows resting on her propped up knees. "Well I don't know if you did miss the memo... Look kinda clownish to me," she smirked, her eyes narrowed underneath those mirrored aviators.

And such a good question he'd throw at her. Who to hang out with around here? "Well, I guess no one really." She scoffed, using her best southern/western accent, "It gets mighty lonesome 'round here when ye got a horn on yer saddle." She looked to the ground, a sigh escaped, "Every now and again we'll get a boarder in here, or a client who rides western but they always go off to somewhere that they fit in more. I personally don't understand the whole english thing and how they think it's better. That's just my opinion though. I try to run them off but they just won't leave, damn it!" She smiled - perhaps a little bit serious. This place could be a complete utopia for the western rider.

Oh well, it wasn't her place to decide what the facility focused on. That was her brother - who was big into dressage. Placing a strand of hair behind her ear, she went back to watching the man. "I'm Leslie, by the way."

[Reese Miller]

Keeping pressure on his outside leg he kept Chaos in a even circle. This horse may be a nut head but he was the most push button horse Reese has ever had the privilege to work. This says a lot growing up in a rodeo family and both your parents training stock horses.

"Looks like it's just you and me then" He sighed in mock sadness. "Or maybe all these clowns will run me off too." Mumbling under his breath. Slowly Chaos to a walk he reined him over to Leslie. "Well Lesile, I'm Reese." He stuck out his hand. "You can call me cowboy." He added with a smirk.

[Leslie Hawthorne]

She shook his hand, "Reese? That's pretty 'cowboy' in it's own right." It wasn't a stab, just her own opinion. Leslie was all to familiar with this weird little feeling she was having. No no - that wasn't possible. Shrugging off those little butterflies, she regained herself.

"There's a horse sale tomorrow, kinda planning to spend some cash if you wanna go..." Woah, hold up there girl - that sounds like a date. "... I mean, you have an eye for a good horse obviously. It'd be interesting to have your input." Les was looking for another horse to start up and train.

Somewhat embarassed by her approach on that, she half expected a decline of invite. To be so sharp and steady, she could just really fall on her face sometimes.

[Reese Miller]

Laughing he dismounted and loosed the cinch. Chaos dropped his nose to the dirt and snorted. The dust blew back up in his face, startled the stud threw his head in the air and back a few feet away pulled Reese with him. "Get over yourself ya big pansy"

"Auction?" Those were never a good thing for him, it was like a kid in the candy store. "It might be two of us coming home with a horse, I'm like a girl with a shopping addiction."

Walking back up to the fence he crossed his arms over the top rail and looked at her. "Just you and me?" He asked with a playful wink. He wouldn't mind that at all. He was going to be careful though. In a place full of girls with only a handful of guys, things like this mean nothing nine times out of ten.

Pushing himself off the fence he smiled and shrugged "I guess I could help ya." He began toward the barn with Chaos in tow "We'll take my truck."

[Leslie Hawthorne]

Just simply looking at him as he made his smooth little moves, she scoffed, gave a lopsided grin as he went on his own path, "Don't flatter yourself, Cowboy." Ah well, he could flatter himself all he wanted to. "I'll meet you here tomorrow then at three. That should give us plenty of time to go through the lot."

She hopped off the fence, heading to her own vehicle. Sweet baby Jesus, what the hell had just happened? Well, she was going to a horse sale with a handsome man. She had successfully made a right fool of herself... which didn't seem to throw him off. At all. Well, that was a bonus. At home that night, she did the usual - ate dinner, washed and picked up the place a bit, fed her fish and crawled into bed, still blushing from the earlier encounter.

The next morning, she got through AM chores, turned the horses out, and because it was such a nice facility - there were showers. Opting not to smell rank to the heavens, she decided to just prepare for that evening there, which went oddly well. Waiting on Reese, she busied herself with feeding cookies to Vegas, who was by no means upset about delicious, yummy food stuff. Leslie's hand was however, covered in horse slobber.

[Reese Miller]

Laughing at her departing words Reese entered into the cool air of the barn. Placing a hand on Chaos's chest he decided it was he was cool enough to be put away. Untacking him and giving him a quick brush over before heading out.

He slept late, well later then usual. He still wasn't accustomed to not living at home. He always had morning chores and this whole 'sleeping in' thing was a nice change. Rolling over he checked his phone. 10:12. Jesus. Throwing the covers off he staggered out of bed.

Once at the stables he parked under a tree and jumped out. The place looked deserted. Leaning up against his truck he waited, there was no way she didn't here him pull in. The truck was loud, a good loud. His parents gave it to him for being such a 'good' kid growing up. It was his dream. A yellow F-250, with a lift, nice tires, and blacked out windows. As for the trailer, it was a "you'll probably need this" gift from his parents. Just a simple three horse slant loud with a small sleeper/dressing room. It was nothing to fancy if you didn't understand what you were looking at.

[Leslie Hawthorne]

{{ She's Country }}

Leslie felt a little more like herself, dressed in her girly fitted flannel shirt, in a pair of faded blue jeans and her broken in boots. Her hair was down, loosely curled in it's usual form. Emerging from the barn with her thumbs stuck in her pockets, she approached him with a subtle smile on her face. So he had good taste in horses and trucks. Bye, bye Leslie Hawthorne - you're a goner.

"So this is your Cowboy mobile that you startle cattle rustlers with and whisk away the damsel in distress?" Eh, he was entertaining to poke fun at - more or less because he poked right back. Just be happy she left the short bus jokes at home. She stopped a short distance away from him, expecting some smart ass retaliation. After all, tact is for people who lack the defense of sarcasm. A smirk grew though, "Look at you... Leaning all up on your boy toy like some Casanova."

This could be a very interesting little trip indeed.

[Reese Miller]

His gaze fell on her and stayed fixed as she approached. "Well, well cowgirl....looking good" He said looking her up and down, not being sneaky about it at all. He was a big flirt and is pretty blunt about everything. It got him in trouble a lot of the time, but hey, girls seemed to enjoy it when it was directly at them in a good way.

Giving his keys a quick twirl around his finger he moved to her side of the truck and opened the door "I'm practicing my poses for Abercrombie." He shot her a playful grin over his shoulder. "Climb on up."

Jogging back to his side he jumped in, reaching the end of the driveway he slipped on his Oakley's "where too sweetcheeks?" He said in a mock drawl.

[Leslie Hawthorne]

She blushed. It was natural for her to turn a slight shade of red when someone complimented her, but her eyes squinted at him and she frowned, "So you're gay?" Without getting an answer, she climbed up into the big yellow vehicle, making notes to herself about coming up with some banana joke. Remembering who she was dealing with made her decide differently.

Nodding ahead, "Just take the highway five miles west, turn left and it's the third drive on the right." So she'd been to this place a time or two. Hell, she owned her own number at this sale house. It wasn't very far away at least... But she'd use this time to play mind games.

Casually as anything, she looked over at him, chuckled to herself and put her eyes back on the road, keeping completely silent.

[Reese Miller]

"Okay." He playfully added a slight lisp to add into her gay comment. He really had met his match. Which was fine by him, most girls, or people for that matter have been pretty dull lately. They can't handle a little dry humor but she was different.

Checking over his shoulder he pulled onto the highway.Whistlin' Dixie by Randy Houser played as background but seemed to fill the truck as the two fell quit. All of it seemed a little much, first the western horse, his rodeo background, his truck, and now the country music that played on the radio. He wasn't just hooked on country, more or less everything but country was more his type over everything.

It was oddly quit, it didn't seem natural at all. Glancing over he noticed nothing different from his previous encounter with her so he just raised his brow under his sunglasses and looked back at the road. Two could play this game.